the tree (from my collection 'A Distilled Spirit')

<p>from my collection 'A Distilled Spirit'</p> <p><br></p> <p>'the tree'</p> <p><br></p> <p>her face was riddled.</p> <p><br></p> <p>dug into her cheek</p> <p>an empty heart</p> <p>like lovers carve into a tree.</p> <p><br></p> <p>there were no initials</p> <p>no dates</p> <p>just old skin</p> <p><br></p> <p>rough and crumbly like bark.</p> <p><br></p> <p>she stood alone</p> <p>bowed</p> <p><br></p> <p>an ancient tree in the forest</p> <p>awaiting a fall</p> <p>no one would ever hear.</p> <p><br></p> <p>#barflypoet</p> <p>#josephapinto</p> <p>www.josephpinto.com&nbsp;</p> <p>© Copyright Joseph A. Pinto. All Rights Reserved.</p> <p>*</p> <p>Poetry served to you raw and unedited from the moment crafted;</p> <p>all poetry is older work and chosen at random unless otherwise noted.</p> <p>*</p> <p>‘Scotch and Scars’ and ‘A Distilled Spirit’ in paperback and Kindle ebook at Amazon.</p>